Well I have been racking my brain to figure out what to post on here. For those of you who know me picking through my massive noggin for ideas can take alongtime. I am unorganized and my brain is huge. So it takes some time.
I am listening to Wilco's new album right now. Please let me know what you think about it, this is my first true listen.
As the sun rose in the eastern sky its red hue streaked across the horizon as the whispy mornig clouds carried the light into the heavens. The bright light shrieked through the darkness of Ralphs room, jolting him to rise from his sleep. The early morning light put an abrupt halt to the beautiful nothingness of Ralphs slumber. Ralph stretched his still heavy arms above his head. The rays of light were hitting in skinny slates against the wall as the came in and created a strong shadow of Ralphs stretching limbs against the wall behind him. The sun begain to once again breath life back into Ralphs slumber soaked limbs. His mind began to race with anticipation of the days events. He began to go over his hectic yet exciting itinerary.
Before we discuss the itinerary for the day i think there are a few things you should know about Ralph. He is a little strange, compared to say your more normal person. I guess what makes Ralph strange is the fact that he always creates exciting itineraries for himself to strictly follow. You might be saying, many people create itineraries to strictly follow. My response to you then my sir is, Why are you talking about itineraries. And Quit asking stupid questions, this is my story, get out of my head.
Ok back to Ralph and his morning. Ralph fixed himself a bowl of lucky charms like he did every morning. The only exception to this morning was that it was the day for him to pick through the colorful cereal and throw all of the clovers away. Every day of the Week our highly excitable friend Ralph picks a different marshmallow out of the cereal. After the arduous task of gently plucking the clovers Ralph sqeezes a nice tall glass of orange juice. He likes his oj extra pulpy.(I thought you might be curioius as to how he likes his orange juice) Once the glass is full, Ralph meticulously sets the table. First he sets out the fine linen table clothe, his Grandmother gave it to his second cousin. ralph aquired it from his oldest brother who stole it from a yard sale that was being held at the community center in town. After the table clothe came the silver tea service, why the tea service for breakfast(i am sure you are asking) shut up is what i have to say to you. Then came Ralph his bowl of cereal, no clovers today and his orange juice. Ralph stood silently beside the table as he slowly placed the final items on the table. Ralph reached for the dangling edge of the table clothe, he was going after what looked to be a small wrinkle in the edge of his pristene white table covering. Instead of giving just a polite and gentle tug and fluff to ease the wrinkle in to submission. Ralph......
part two:
.... (Those dots mean that i am starting part two right were part one ended)Jerked the clothe in a downward and outward motion. The Tea service and the cereal, completly devoid of green clovers, and the extra pulpy oj crashed violently to the ground. If you had heard the awful noise in the room next to the dinning room it would have sounded like the crash of a silver tea service the splash of milk and the sound of lucky charms with no clovers smashing to the ground. Well as soon as the mess settled to the ground Ralph gave himself a hearty round of applause. Ralph pulled his itinerary out of his pocket and checked off the first thing on the list of eight.(practice pulling table clothe off table with things on top of it)
hey my name is Gil. I work in a rash factory. sometimes i bring my work home with me. people say "hey Gil", they say, "you need to take care of yourself." i say "giddyup". i went to go see a movie about rashes today. it was all wrong. i criticized it the whole time and my girlfriend got mad and left. so here i am in the theatre writing on computer and everyone is saying, "hey gil", they say, "you need to take care of yourself". i say "giddyup".
they send bills to my house. i rub them on my arms and send them back. now i live with dog and drink. all i know is work and cigarette. i was sitting on a cliff last night and two people walked by me, a boy and a girl. they said "hey gil", they said, "you need to take care of yourself". they fed me hotdogs and held me by my feet. and they all died happily ever after, The end
Ha Ha Ha i tricked you it is not really the end I am still here. That was an impostor story, if you could not tell.